Ruins of the past

Chu Qiguang listened to Yang Ling's statement and asked curiously: "What? Are there many people in the Demon Suppressing Division who are qualified to practice the four arts?"

Yang Ling shook his head and said: "The Chaoyao Mountain Selection has not selected anyone qualified to practice the four skills of the Demon Suppressing Division for 12 years."

"But with so many people coming and going from the Demon Suppressing Division, they were not qualified to practice the four skills of the Demon Suppressing Division when they were on Chaoyao Mountain."

"But in a few years, the realm and level will go up. If we continue to make contributions, in order to cultivate more powerful people in the Tao, can we not give them some opportunities to practice the four arts?"

Chu Qiguang nodded with emotion: "I will definitely give it to you."

Yang Ling said: "That's it. Although the Chaoyao Mountain Selection... has not selected any students who are qualified to practice the four arts in recent years, there are seeds of entry into the Dao in the Demon Suppressing Division..."

After listening to Yang Ling's introduction, Chu Qiguang learned that the four major sects of the Demon Suppressing Division would each select elites who were outstanding enough and provide them with resources so that they could try to attack the four special forces of the Demon Suppressing Division.

Such people are called Taoist seeds in the Demon Suppressing Division.

The entry seeds are also ranked internally. The higher the ranking, the more resources from the Demon Suppressing Division will naturally be available to them.

"These four arts are not so easy to cultivate." Yang Ling said: "Just say that the medicinal bath and thunder body training required for "Thunder Roar" do not have the resources provided by the Demon Suppressing Division. If you want to prepare it alone... that is Don’t even think about it.”

"But if you really think that whoever has better talent will be ranked higher, that would be too naive."

"This may be related to the whereabouts of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every year. There are many valuable and unmarketable rare medicines, talismans, weapons, and armors. There are many ways to do it."

"Behind every seed that enters the Tao, there is at least one actual state Qianhu."

Speaking of the concept of thousands of households in a state, Yang Ling explained it again.

Although the Demon Suppressing Division is affiliated to the Tianwei, it is headed by a Demon Suppressing Envoy, with two envoys, Tian Xing and Jing Xie, and 15 Qianhu envoys to manage the affairs of each state.

But when it comes to the actual number of households in a thousand, it is far more than 15 people.

The extra ones are often various hereditary, distinguished, temporary positions, empty titles...

After all, it has been more than two hundred years since the Han Dynasty was founded, and the Demon Suppression Division has been established for nearly two hundred years.

Even if each generation of emperors only crams a few dozen people in, it will add up to a huge amount from generation to generation.

In this case, it is impossible for the organization's personnel not to be redundant.

The same is true for the Hundred Households of the Zhenmo Division.

Although people throughout the ages have wanted to cut off workers, they have nowhere to start. After all, this offends too many people.

It is precisely because there are many Qianhu who hold false posts that the Qianhu who actually lead the Yizhou Demon Suppression Division are called Zhou Qianhu.

After talking about Zhou Qianhu's affairs, Yang Ling continued: "If you want to do well in the Demon Suppression Division, you must find a good backer. For you now, the chief instructor is the best choice."

"He is a martial god and a veteran of the Demon Assassination School. He has a very high status in the entire Demon Suppression Division."

Seeds for entry, redundant personnel, thousands of households in the state, head coach...

After communicating with Yang Ling, an old man, over the past few days, Chu Qiguang became more and more aware of the internal affairs of the Demon Suppression Division.

Chu Qiguang took out a bag from his arms and stuffed it in front of Yang Ling. Yang Ling opened it and saw that it was five thousand taels of silver notes.

Looking at so much money, Yang Ling was a little surprised and said: "Now there is so much oil and water bought from the mountain?"

Chu Qiguang rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't get a penny from going down the mountain to buy things. This is what I earned from my business outside."

Yang Ling looked at the banknote in his hand, and his back bent unconsciously: "What is this banknote?"

Chu Qiguang said: "You will be transferred to the capital next month, right? All kinds of greetings and send-offs are indispensable."

Yang Ling swallowed his saliva. It was the first time in his life that he received so much money. His face looked fine, but he was very excited: "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and my service to the Demon Suppressing Division has not been in vain." ’

But when he thought that the biggest sum of money he received from the Demon Suppression Division came from a monster... Yang Ling's face looked a little weird.

Putting the banknote into his arms, Yang Ling asked, "What do you want?"

"After you arrive in the capital, remember to write to me first and tell me your contact address." Chu Qiguang said: "As for these 5,000 taels, you can take care of them. After you go back this time, you must stay in the capital. You will need it again in the future. If you have money, come and ask me for it again."

After hearing this, Yang Ling said thoughtfully: "What don't I have to do?"

Chu Qiguang laughed: "You don't have to do anything now. If you insist on doing it...that is, use this money to get around in the magic department in the capital city and be more informed."

Yang Ling thought to himself that this monster really had big plans. He was trying to collude with the court ministers even before he came down from the mountain.

Chu Qiguang thought in his heart: 'Wu Ge will definitely give money to him when he gets old, but apart from him... Next time, ask Qiao Zhi which ministers will be prosperous in the future, and let Yang Ling spend money one by one. ’

Thinking of this, Chu Qiguang instantly felt that the tens of thousands of taels of silver in Yaoyin Village were not enough.

‘Really, why do these leeks in Wu and Wei grow so slowly? If I don't cut him off quickly, how can I give money to his father? ’

Yang Ling on the side asked: "Is there anything else?"

"By the way." Chu Qiguang said, "What does the head coach like?"

Yang Ling said: "General coach, I remember..."

The next day, Chu Qiguang bid farewell to Yang Ling and went down the mountain.

Seeing the two people saying goodbye reluctantly, everyone felt that one of them respected his teacher and the other was a famous teacher. The two seemed to have become a good story in Chaoyao Mountain.

After bidding farewell to Yang Ling, Chu Qiguang once again immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge in the following days, studying and practicing martial arts hard every day.

Time passed quickly without realizing it.

…

It was late September in the 16th year of Yong'an.

Chu Qiguang is studying hard.

In the large library, he had just finished reading a page from the dangerous book on the second floor... "The Corpse Code".

This ancient book from an unknown age is full of shocking and horrifying patterns, and its content is also upside down and confusing, like the ravings of a madman.

But it contains the secret of ghosts, which is far deeper and darker than what Yi Shuang taught him.

Almost as soon as he finished reading, Chu Qiguang felt a strong inspiration and a strong attraction to ghosts.

Lin Lan on the side suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Chu Qiguang as if looking at food.

Just before Lin Lan was about to pounce, the knowledge about the "Corpse Code" in Chu Qiguang's mind had been absorbed by the Ring of Foolishness.

He felt new gifts pouring into his eyes.

He opened his eyes after a while, but he didn't find anything special yet.

‘Is this gift... a bye? ’

But Chu Qiguang felt the power of the gift slowly dissipating in his eyes: 'No... there is no bye. ’

A memory was born out of thin air in his mind.

He felt that his seeker eyes had gained an extra layer of power.

…

The power of dragon eyes.

The dragon has always been considered the messenger of God.

Their eyes can see the way forward.

Legend has it that God will bestow special eye powers on his cherished dragon.

So that the dragon can follow the footsteps of God.

…

It was early October in the 16th year of Yong'an.

In the woods at the foot of Chaoyao Mountain, pieces of withered yellow leaves fell to the ground.

Time has come to autumn before we know it.

Chen Gang was spreading the egg cake on a stone slab when he saw the egg liquid sizzling and solidifying quickly.

Chen Gang himself quickly stepped back to prevent himself from being burned.

At this moment, Chu Qiguang was meditating on the Sutra of King Sumeru, while the energy and blood all over his body were circulating vigorously, exuding violent heat.

A black tentacle broke through the shadow and wrapped directly around Chu Qiguang's leg.

‘Nine touches. ’

However, the Nine Touches had already been expected by him. At this moment, Chu Qiguang's attention was more attracted by the newly floating handwriting on the "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru".

"4920 days, 16 hours, 23 minutes and 24 seconds."

"4920 days, 16 hours, 23 minutes and 23 seconds."

"This is the countdown to how long I have to practice the "Sumishan King Sutra" before I can enter the Tao?" Chu Qiguang touched his eyes: "The power of the dragon's eyes, the direction of progress, does this mean?"

"But after such a long time, even I might become a demon, right? It is really difficult to enter the Tao through normal practice of "Sumishan King Sutra"."

In the next few days, Chu Qiguang tested the effect of Buddhist scriptures on this countdown and found that every time he read a different Buddhist scripture, the time on it could be reduced by 20 hours.